tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10371918806585547172024-03-05T22:07:56.367-08:00Kelly's Kvetch of the DayMaking Baby Jesus Cry Since 1963.Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.comBlogger345125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-56271500732642153432013-02-13T15:38:00.001-08:002013-02-13T15:39:51.018-08:00SOME THINGS I'VE BEEN DOING WHEN I WASN'T BLOGGING. WHICH, CONSIDERING HOW LONG IT'S BEEN SINCE MY LAST POST, IS A LOT<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh, it's been a while since I've last regaled you with either tidbits of wisdom or exciting events in my life so in today's post, you get both!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">It's a Win-Win!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">For everyone! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So here we go. You might want to sit down for a few of these. The others, you can continue to stand.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We got a new sofa!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I KNOW!!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Okay, it's a "previously owned" sofa purchased via Craigslist (Ol' Craig is all right in my book) but to us, it's NEW!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Our former sofa, also purchased with help from Craig and his list, was a replacement for our former sectional that had lost its ooomph, not to mention its springs and I couldn't stand it any longer because just sitting on it for more than a short time would cause my hips to ache like a mo-fo so I perused Whatshisname's List and found a La-Z-Boy reclining sofa for dirt cheap and that sufficed until it became obvious that we only had seating for 3 people in our living room and seeing as there are 4 of us in this family, someone always got the shaft so once again I hit the 'List because money is scarce so a brand new sofa was out of the question and clearly we needed a sectional instead of a single sofa and could this sentence BE any longer?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyhoo, BEHOLD! Our new (for us) mega-sofa!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There's enough room for all 4 of us, PLUS guests, PLUS dogs. And it's so ding-dang comfortable, too!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">TheManTheMyth says it's the most comfortable sofa we've ever had so that right there says it was $400 well spent.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Guess what I did on Superbowl Sunday?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In case you aren't sure what that is, THAT is my Finisher's Medal from the Surf City Half Marathon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">WAY!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yes, folks, I actually did a Half Marathon!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People who know me are thinking, "It's like I no longer even KNOW her!" because people who know me know that doing a (Half) Marathon is something they can't possible picture me doing but I did it and I finished so suck on that, people!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yes, it took a bit of time to finish since I mostly walked the 13.1 miles and I had to stop and go to the bathroom A LOT since I kept drinking lots of water and my friend Debbie was having a hard time and I didn't want to leave her behind</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">but I DID sprint at a full gallop the last 1/8 mile to the finish line because I was damned if I was going to cross that finish WALKING. No sir, not me! I've got my pride.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, YAY ME! Now I need to start training for the OC Half Marathon in May and I need to shave at least 30 minutes off my time because there is a time limit for this one. And when I finish, I will have 2/3 of the Beach City Challenge completed and when I finish the Long Beach Half Marathon in October, I will get a Big-Ass Gigantic Medal. And I like me some hardware. Cash would be better but I'll take the Big-Ass Gigantic Medal.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Onward.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Fabulous News: The lovely Thing 2 was accepted at every college she applied to (or, to be proper, "Every college to which she applied") and there was much rejoicing when she received her acceptance e-mail from her School of Choice because that letter arrived MONTHS after she sent out her applications and things were getting pretty nerve-wracking around here when weeks went by with nary a word from the college that is literally within walking distance from our house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But accepted she was, so, YAY! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now we get to sell some body parts to pay the tuition.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">On this Ash Wednesday, how can I NOT mention the Pope throwing in the towel? What is up with THAT?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My suspicion is that he's got the Alzheimer's.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Or, now that he's got a Twitter account, he's hoping to start a new career promoting businesses, nightclubs, UFC fights and various reality TV shows.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">What? It could happen! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But now, a new Pope has to be chosen and I've come up with a great idea. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A Pope Pageant!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Contestants would come out and introduce themselves:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">"Hi there, I'm Cardinal Ouellet of the French Canadians coming to you from Beautiful Quebec!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There would be a snappy song-and-dance number and each contestant would have to perform a talent (I'm praying for a fire-baton number!) and then there would be the always-entertaining On Stage Question (no sermonizing allowed).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sadly, we would have to do away with the swimsuit portion because really, who wants to see a bunch of old men in Speedos?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We'd also have to do away with the Evening Gown segment because they'd all wear the same red gown with white lace apron and matching beanie.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Judges for the Pope Pageant would include Father Guido Sarducci and the Church Lady.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I bet a Pope Pageant would knock TV ratings out of the ballpark. Take THAT, Miss America!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Okay, serious time here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">For the past week, Southern California has endured one of the largest manhunts in state history, looking for an ex-cop who was a little upset over being fired a few years ago and decided to bring attention to his situation by going on a murderous rampage in revenge, killing 4 people including 2 law enforcement officers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now, I've been fired from a job once or twice (3 times?) in my employment history and one of those times screwed me up emotionally big time. Oh, I was a mess, I tell you. I literally had nightmares for months about the circumstances of that termination.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyway, my point is, not once did I EVER consider seeking revenge or start slaughtering innocent people to bring attention to my unfortunate employment termination. And I had been Employee of the Month!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And the reason I did not go on a murderous rampage was because I am not a psychopath. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And that's all I have to say about that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-88669973940142363302013-01-14T13:09:00.002-08:002013-01-14T13:09:30.225-08:00YET ANOTHER ROUND OF RANDOM MUSINGS<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">What you've all been waiting for: more streams of consciousness from my little brain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*I have never seen "The Princess Bride." Or, "Sleepless in Seattle." Heck, I've gone to the movies once, ONCE in the last 10 years. What movie did I see? "Lords of Dogtown." Before that, I saw "Titanic" when it came out. I'm not a movie person. Obviously.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*I don't care if the proceeds go to a good cause, I think TOMS shoes are butt-ugly and I wouldn't wear them if you gave me a pair. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*I hate, loathe and despise those Facebook posts that say, "I know most of you won't have the guts to repost this but..." And double the irony when it's on a post against bullying. Yes, let's BULLY people into reposting a Facebook status against bullying. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*People who use the word, "totes" instead of "totally" make me want to deliver a roundhouse kick to the jaw. It's like "fetch" happen. Stop trying to make it happen. It's not going to happen!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*Never, ever go to an IKEA on a Sunday afternoon. There is NOTHING you need that badly to go to an IKEA on a Sunday afternoon. Unless you LIKE being caught up in a crowd of families strolling through the aisles at a snail's pace.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*If you MUST go to an IKEA on a Sunday afternoon and if you MUST decide to eat in the cafe, be prepared to deal with families with preschoolers sitting right next to you and be prepared for what happens when preschoolers insist on opening their own carton/bottle of milk. Keep lots of napkins handy, is what I'm saying.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*If you're going to sell something on Craigslist, please include pictures of your item. And a price. And a location.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*If you're answering an ad on Craigslist that states, "NO TRADES" in the ad, please don't ask if the seller would be willing trade their item for something they have absolutely no use for. And that includes prepositions. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*Google Ads denied my application and refused to tell me why. Bastards. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Okay, that's all my little brain can come up with today.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'll leave you with a cute picture of Puppy watching Supercross. She was thrilled to see Justin Barcia win his first Supercross race.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-28365317661760379782013-01-02T14:55:00.000-08:002013-01-02T14:55:47.840-08:00OH, LOOK! ARBY'S COUPONS!<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So another year has come and gone and we ALL survived the non-existent Mayan Apocalypse.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I remember the first time I ever heard about the so-called Mayan Apocalypse slash End of the World. It was around 1990 and one of the people I worked with had been an Archeology Major and she said one of her professors had told them about the Mayan Calendar and how it predicted the end of the world.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well of course we were all fascinated and demanded to know when the world was going to end since the Millennium was only 10 years away and everyone knew there would be mass chaos when THAT happened. Oh wait. Yeah, the Millennium Meltdown was a big old bust, wasn't it?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway, she told us that the end of the world would happen on December 21, 2012.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, that was YEARS away so we all went about our lives and as December 21, 2012 approached, I wasn't sweating it. Much. Well, actually I WAS sweating it but that was because I have entered the lovely world of menopause with hot flashes galore. Mostly at night. And mostly when the puppy, who doubles as a heating pad, is curled up against me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway. We survived the Apocalypse AND New Year's Eve with ease.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Moving on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So a New Year has dawned along with new resolutions. I really hate to make resolutions because 60% of the time, they fail every time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So let's call them Goals, shall we? What with the NHL still on its stupid lock out, that's the only Goals I'm seeing lately.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Goal #1: stop wasting electricity in the house. I have a bad habit of turning on the TV first thing in the morning and not turning it off until bedtime. Even if nobody is watching it, it's still on. This family is also notorious for leaving lights on every room. This all has to stop. Our electric bill is getting just too expensive.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Goal #2: Get back on Weight Watchers. I started WW in October 2011 and lost a nice amount of weight, felt better and even ran my first ever 5K. A few months ago, I pretty much threw the program out the window and went back to my old eating habits (read: Del Taco Bacon & Egg Quesadillas almost every. single. morning.) and surprise, surprise, I've gained some weight back.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I actually started back on WW this morning when I attended my first meeting in months. And discovered I had gained back almost half the weight I had lost. Yes, I lost weight but it found me again. I should have guessed that all that fast food would catch up with me, dammit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Goal #3: Stop the swearing. I've noticed I'm cussing a LOT more than I should and that needs to stop. Cussing is such an easy habit to start but man, it's a hard one to break. And it's one you don't even realize you're doing until someone points it out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Goal #4: Cut out fast food for one week. I know it doesn't sound like much but if I can go 1 week without Del Taco, In-n-Out, Chik-Fil-A (which I always pronounced "Chick Fill UH") and even Subway, I will have made it over the hump. And saved a nice bit of money, too. I've been spending $25+ a week on fast food. Money that I really can't afford to spend at this time. Even with the coupons for Arby's that came in mail. I love Arby's. But they are SO EXPENSIVE so when coupons that'll get you 3 Roast Beef sammiches for $5 come in the mail, I'm all, "Woo hoo! I'm having me some Arby's!!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Goal #5: Stop spending money I can't afford to spend on stuff I don't need. Such as fast food.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I can do this. I HAVE to do this.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-33618126000199935512012-12-04T13:29:00.002-08:002012-12-04T13:29:31.728-08:00Stuff<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Recently I posted about how the Puppy likes to chew and that she had found a <a href="http://kellyskvetchoftheday.blogspot.com/2012/11/the-tooth-whole-tooth-and-nothing-but.html">Mystery Earring</a>.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So just now, I'm sitting here at my desk, as I'm wont to do and she comes running in, plops down and proceeds to chew on something.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I get up and go to take whatever it is and guess what she was chewing on.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Go on, guess.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Give up?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'll give you a hint:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Somehow, somewhere, she had found the mate to the Mystery Earring.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I still have no idea where these earrings came from, nor who they belong to.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I also was not paying attention as to where the puppy came from, if she came running from the bedroom area or if she came from the living room or if she came from the backyard. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">No clue.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, if anyone is missing a pair of dangly diamond-like earrings, let me know.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In other news, my little boy, Thing 1, is recovering from surgery to repair his jacked up shoulder.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">He's coming along nicely except for a bit of an allergic reaction to his pain meds, an evening when he was a complete and utter dick and the fact that he hasn't been able to shower or bathe since last Wednesday and can we say, "eww?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here's a picture of Thing 1 right before being wheeled into surgery:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yeah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And here he is post-surgery:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yeah.</span><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And here he is after getting up to use the toilet proved to be a bit much:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And here he is high on pain meds and desperately needing a haircut:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-62408300944307756852012-11-28T10:27:00.001-08:002012-11-28T10:27:04.657-08:00WORDLESS WEDNESDAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-28448686863273543842012-11-27T12:29:00.001-08:002012-11-27T12:29:56.595-08:00A PENNY SAVED IS, WELL, A PENNY<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So we have moved to the other side of the Thanksgiving holiday and you know what that means, don't you?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Those most cherished of religious holiday traditions:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Black Friday and Cyber Monday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I KNOW!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Here's how I got ready for Black Friday<i>:</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On Thursday evening, after I cooked our entire Thanksgiving dinner BY MYSELF and then cleaned up afterwards BY MYSELF while the rest of the family lazily watched that classic Thanksgiving movie "Shrek Ever After," I opened my wallet and watched the moths fly out and then blew the dust away and counted my shekels.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Of which there were none.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Because shekels aren't legal currency in this year neck of the woods.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After the dust cleared, I peered into the depths of my wallet, sighed and then went and plopped on the sofa.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">On Black Friday, I was gently awakened by a little fat puppy whose inner alarm clock goes off at 5:30am. Every. Single. Morning. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And when I say, "gently" I mean she pounces on my head and nips at my nose.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Just once I'd like her inner alarm clock to go off at the decadent hour of 7:00am. THAT would be a treat. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So after taking the puppy, who we still refer to as, "The Baby" or "Puppy" or "Trouble" because we just cannot agree on a name and I don't know what I'm going to tell the vet when she goes under the knife to make sure she doesn't get knocked up and they ask for her name and you know what name *I* thought was cute was the name "Nugget" because she's just a little golden nugget of a puppy but Thing 2 was all, "That's stupid and we are not naming her Nugget; her name is Puppy" and why yes this is a run-on sentence and I've totally lost the thread here.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Oh. Right. So I take NuggetPuppyBaby outside to take care of business and hightailed it back to bed, hoping against hope to get at least another hour of sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Denied. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Dammit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So due to the lack of funds in my wallet, my Black Friday purchases were nothing, nada, zip, zilch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Which means I saved HUNDREDS!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I KNOW!!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then yesterday was Cyber Monday but instead of once again spending money I don't have on stuff I don't need (although boy do I want more than a few things, a list of which will follow at the end of this post just in case a Secret Millionaire reads this and wants to be a doll and get me something off my list. A Girl Can Dream*), I spent the day saying Goodbye to the mother of one of my dearest friends.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The sad thing about a funeral, other than the fact that it's a FUNERAL which means SOMEONE DIED, is that you get a little too happy to see people whom you haven't seen in years and then you feel guilty that you're happy to see them because it's not as if this is a party or anything but when you get to a certain age, funerals are pretty much reunion time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And so you make remarks such as, "I'm so happy to see you!" to your old boyfriend who also happens to be the son of the deceased and then you wince at what you said because the only reason you're seeing him is because his mom is laying 3 feet away in a silver box but he hugs you and tells you it's good to see you, too and you head to the ladies room to remove your foot from your mouth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">By the time I got home, I was pretty well pooped and also out of sorts because, and this is TMI but it's not as if there's a bunch of men reading this, Aunt Flo decided to make a VERY belated yet surprise appearance and since it's been a few months since she's graced me with her presence and I thought I'd never see her again, I was woefully unprepared if you get my drift.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So after all that, and because of the woeful state of my finances, I once again saved HUNDREDS by not shopping on Cyber Monday.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And that's how you save the big bucks on Black Friday and Cyber Monday, folks.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*Stuff Kelly Wants (but doesn't really need but WANTS):</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Kindle Fire HD 8.9"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">4 quart CrockPot</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Foodsaver device</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Bose iPod dock speaker thing</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Artistic Talent</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">*Stuff Kelly actually DOES Need:</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">A job that offers good benefits because Anthem Blue Cross (those BASTARDS) is jacking up her medical insurance premiums a whopping 18.7% for a total increase of 25% in one year which means that she will be paying more for her medical insurance than she does for her mortgage. And that's just wrong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And wow, this became a Debbie Downer of a post.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sigh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><br /></span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-22908819829752656372012-11-17T09:35:00.001-08:002012-11-17T09:35:43.560-08:00AND YOU MAY ASK YOURSELF, WELL, HOW DID I GET HERE?<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After being woken up at the lovely hour of 5:45 in the Aye Em by an energetic perpetual motion machine, aka, the Puppy, after taking her outside to pee, I attempted to go back to bed and get a little more sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">The dogs, however, had other ideas. I figured this out when they started wrestling on the bed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And that was my cue that any chance of sleep was over and done with so I said, "Ah, screw it!" and got out of bed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">After reading the paper, checking e-mails, Facebook, and the Twitter, I made a momentous decision, one that caused TheManTheMyth to ask, "Are you sure about this?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I decided to go for a run.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i>I KNOW!!!</i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"><i> </i></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Well, you see, in the last year, I have lost 20lbs (although 5 of the little bastards have managed to find their way back), I've run a 5K, completed the grueling AND brutal Palm Springs Tram Road Challenge and now I need to start training for the Surf City (Half) Marathon which will take place in February.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And this is the part where you may ask yourself, "My God, what have I done?!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And this is also the part where you ask yourself, "Who are you and what have you done with Kelly?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Craziness.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">So I stuffed myself into my hideously ugly but extremely effective sports bra, the one that feels as if I'm wearing a corset but in the wrong place. This thing has 11 hooks! ELEVEN HOOKS, PEOPLE!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And off I went.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And promptly discovered that when it's been a few months since I last actually ran, I lurch and stumble and look like Quasimodo dragging one leg behind him while gasping, "Sanctuary! Sanctuary, Master!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Yeah, I'm a catch.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But I did get in a good 3 mile run/walk/stagger so, yay me!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And this was all possible because TheManTheMyth was home to babysit the pooches because I just can't bring either of them with me because they drag me down and I gotta move, people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I also gotta get this goddamn bra off; it's killing me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-69113362038955816172012-11-15T12:04:00.000-08:002012-11-15T12:04:43.475-08:00THE TOOTH, THE WHOLE TOOTH AND NOTHING BUT THE TOOTH<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">As you know, we have a new baby on our hands. And who do we just absolutely LOVE LOVE LOVE? The new baby puppy. Who we all just continue to call, "Little Puppy Baby." </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I don't know why we can't come up with a name for her. I wanted to call her, "Cookie" because she is the same color as a sugar cookie and just as sweet but THAT suggestion was shot down by the rest of the family. And nobody likes any other suggestion so "Little Puppy (Baby)" it is for now.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">But anyhoo, she is just the cutest, sweetest, funnest (AND funniest!) little puppy baby!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I will never sound this gushy about any future grandchildren, guaranteed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Even TheManTheMyth loves her:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">However, Little Puppy is now going through the teething stage. And she is in the process of losing her baby teeth. I keep finding little tiny baby puppy teeth on the floor:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">She gnaws on anything she can get her paws on including but not limited to:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Shoes</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Gracie Lou </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Her food bowl</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Gracie Lou</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Baskets</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">A Belt Buckle</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Various Official Chew Toys</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Gracie Lou </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The outside corner of her crate</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Gracie Lou </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And the other day I caught her chewing on something shiny and when I took it away from her, it was this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yes, it's an earring. No, I don't think those are genuine diamonds (dammit!). The kicker is that I have never seen that earring before in my life. It's not one of mine, Thing 2 does not have pierced ears nor do the menfolk who live here and Thing 1's on-again GF also denied ownership.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Where did it come from? Who is missing an earring? These are questions that must be answered.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And that's the tooth, the whole tooth and nothing but the tooth! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;"> </span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-25462899861220874532012-11-08T11:04:00.001-08:002012-11-08T11:43:48.336-08:00TROUBLE WITH A CAPITAL T<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">One week ago, Thing 1 came home with a little surprise for us.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">And I said, "No. Absolutely not."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Then a little while later, I said, "Okay but only for a couple of days. This is not going to be permanent!"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I was so, so wrong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">We've got Trouble with a Capital T.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Meet Trouble, aka "Stinkerbelle" aka "Nala":</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She's a 4 month old Something mix. Rumor has it that mix is Chihuahua/Lab although we're all pretty skeptical on the Lab part of the mix. Thing 1 says her litter mates were all much, much larger so maybe.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">I'm not saying she's tiny but take here's a good comparison:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">She was Thing 1's girlfriend's puppy but Girlfriend just moved to a new place and can't have pets so without asking permission from me, Thing 1 volunteered to take custody.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Again, without asking permission from me. And I was adamant that I did not want another dog to take care of, especially a puppy. I haven't had to deal with a puppy in YEARS!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Sadly, within just a few hours, I was smitten:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">TheManTheMyth was smitten. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And obviously, the BabyDaddy is smitten:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Thing 2 is, well, not QUITE as enamored but she does unbend slightly now and then:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Just look at those ears! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana, sans-serif;">Gracie Lou, however, is the lone holdout:</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Times,"Times New Roman",serif;">"Why dis stoopid puppee here? Why it in my bed? Why it eat my food? Why it always want to wressel?" Why it not leave me alone? I hate you all. I stick tung out at you!"</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here's some things to know about this here puppy:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. She's housebroken. <i>I KNOW!!!</i> She figured out the dog door within minutes and goes out on the grass and does her business and then comes running back in. She has not had a single accident in the house. Gracie Lou, on the other hand, crapped on the floor next to MY side of the bed the other night as a "Fuck You" and guess who unknowingly stepped in it and then got into bed? That was fun.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">2. She's an Eager Eater. She wolfs down her food and the marches over to Gracie Lou's bowl and tries to horn in on the action. She practically does cartwheels with excitement when it's feeding time.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">3. She loves her toys. Plays with them, all of them, throughout the day. When I put her toys away, she immediately goes and drags them all out again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">4. She has yet to destroy anything. Yet. I'm trying to be very vigilant about not keeping anything within reach that I don't want chewed up and when she DOES find something, I take it away immediately and give her one of her toys in exchange. So far, so good.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">5. She loves Thing 1 best. He is, after all, Daddy. And she sleeps with him.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">6. She's a better running partner than Gracie Lou.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">7. She's smart. The 2nd time I took her for a walk around the block, she exactly which house was ours/hers and marched right up the steps. When I tell her, "NO!" she immediately stops and sits. She knows "Stay." And she's incredibly laid-back for a pocket dog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">8. She doesn't like bicycles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">9. She loves to snuggle.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">10. She loves to annoy Gracie Lou but also knows when not to push her luck and acknowledges Gracie Lou's Seniority in the household.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I didn't want another dog. I was ADAMANT about not having another dog.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Uh huh, yeah.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-66111750272390309592012-11-05T14:29:00.000-08:002012-11-05T14:35:51.853-08:00IT'S A LONG WAY TO THE TOP<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">No, you are not hallucinating. It's an honest-to-goodness new blog post, the first one since July.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have no reasons or excuses for not blogging other than I just couldn't seem to have anything to say or write about.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">As that great philosopher, Steve Martin, once said, "Some people have a way with words. Others not have way."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyway. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now I have way.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And a story about how it's a long way to the top and how I made it there.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So gather 'round, children.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This is the story.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">About a month or so ago, my sister asked if I wanted to do the Palm Springs Tram Road Challenge, a 6K event that goes up the, wait for it, Tram Road in Palm Springs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sure, I said. She offered to sponsor me but I HAD to commit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">No problem, I said.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So last weekend we made the 2 hour drive to Palm Springs. After a good carb-load up for dinner, it was off to bed. Where I tossed and turned all night long.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">After getting up at the buttcrack of dawn and scarfing down half of a bagel (carbs), a yogurt (protein) and half a banana (potassium), we headed to the Tram Road to take the Challenge.</span><br />
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tells us Good Luck and that the first 2.5 miles aren't bad but the last 1.7
will be hell. Yeah, yeah, I think to myself, *I'VE done a 5K and
hiked to the top of the summit at Lake Tahoe. I walk my dog in El Dorado
Park every day. I can do this easy pie!" Despite
numerous warnings from People Who Know These Things, I think to myself that it
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh, what fools these mortals be.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Pre-race pictures are a must:</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Look at me, all happy and clueless with my friend Sandy. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So Lisa, Sandy and Gaga go toward the front the pack for the start
because they're running while my sister Bippy and I are a little further back. Because we're Not Running. The
National Anthem is played and then 30 seconds later, we're off. 25 feet
later, someone body slams me to the ground from behind and gives me a flat tire
on my shoe. And I'm all "Dude, what the hell?" No idea
who it was and nary an apology or even a "Sorry" pat on the back. So I have to fight my way
through the crowd and limp over to the side of the road so I can get my shoe
back on and I see Bippy up ahead looking around like, "Where did she go?
She quit already?" (I wish) I get my shoe back on and then I
started jogging so I could catch up with Bippy. That was a mistake
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The first 2 miles were not easy but if kept at a steady pace, it
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And then we hit Mile 2.5-ish and shit got real. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My pace got slower and
slower as my legs started turning to cooked spaghetti. I didn't feel
winded (much) and my heart wasn't pounding (much) but my legs, especially my
quads, were starting to put up a fight. Bippy and I had already agreed
that if one of us (that would be me) fell behind, to keep going and not get
dragged down by the dead weight (that would be me). I had to stop several
times for about 30 seconds each to let my legs stop shaking and quivering and
there were more than a few times I thought to myself, "I can't do this any
more" but then I would tell myself, "Bippy will KICK. YOUR. ASS if
you quit" so I kept plugging along.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I passed the 3 mile mark and knew it was only .7 miles to go but
that .7 miles would make me its bitch. I'm not saying I was going slow or
anything but an 89 (EIGHTY NINE!!!) year old man with a recent hip replacement and using a cane passed
me and left me in the dust. While flashing me the "LOSER!" sign. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I can see the finish, which is at the top of
a STEEP hill and I am dying. DYING. I had visions of that woman triathlete who
crossed the finish line on her hands and knees while puking and thought,
"That is going to be me. I will have to crawl across the finish line looking all pathetic" although I never had the urge to puke or
faint. Although I DID pass one lady who was puking at the side of the road. So, yay me. I think.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm barely shuffling along, trying not to collapse and then I hear,
"There she is!" and there was my friend Lisa and another lady coming to get me
to the finish. It's barely a 1/4 mile to the finish and I had to stop
several times until my legs stopped shaking. I climb to the finish and I
really don't remember much about it. The only thought I had was SIT DOWN AND DON'T MOVE. Which is what I did.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'd been sitting there for, oh, 3 minutes when Sandy, my friend Sandy, says, "Okay, let's head back down!" and everyone was all, "Sandy, Kelly CAN'T WALK. We have to wait a bit. You wouldn't want to just leave her here, would you?"</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">To which Sandy, my GOOD FRIEND Sandy, says, "Sure I would!" Because Sandy's a Giver like that.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When we were rehashing it later and saw our times, Bippy tells me,
"Now for next year, you can set your goal for 1:15 and I'm thinking,
"Yeah, no. I think I can just consider this box checked."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And to add insult to injury, the winner of the Womens category was a 10 YEAR OLD GIRL. Just kill me now. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">When I finished the <a href="http://www.blogger.com/blogger.g?blogID=1037191880658554717#editor/target=post;postID=186581585162170487">Seal Beach 5K</a>, I was all, "Woo hoo!"
and all happy and my adrenaline was high and I loved the experience.
Not so much with the Tram Road Challenge. While I can be
proud that I actually finished when a lot of people DNF'd, I definitely had my
ass handed to me on a silver platter and that Tram Road said to me, "You've
been schooled, bitch." There's a reason it was called the Tram Road CHALLENGE. Which should have been my first clue.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Special thanks to my sister Tracie aka "Bippy" for sponsoring my entry and keeping me more afraid to quit than dying, my friend Lisa Deaton aka "Miss Lisa" for pacing me that last 1/4 mile and of course, Del Taco for getting me to where I am today. </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now, it's time to start training for the Surf City (Half) Marathon in February! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It's MADNESS, I tell you!</span><br />
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Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-81329204149023457092012-07-23T14:43:00.003-07:002012-07-23T14:43:53.973-07:00AMUSE YOURSELF WHILE AMAZING YOUR FRIENDS<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I had all sorts of things planned for today. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was going to pay bills.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was going to do laundry.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was going to buy a shipping box to send back a pair of shoes I had ordered that turned out to feel as if they were sewn with barbed wire.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was going to go grocery shopping. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was going to, once again, attempt to put my office in a semblance of order.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Have I done any of these things?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That would be No.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Do you want to know what I HAVE accomplished today?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Prepare to be amazed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Or perhaps stupefied.</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>I MICROWAVED A BAR OF IVORY SOAP!!!</i></span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I KNOW!! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">One day, while perusing Pinterest, which is something that can keep me occupied for HOURS, I saw a pin about what happens when you microwave a bar of Ivory Soap and I said to myself, "Well, why the hell WOULDN'T you microwave a bar of Ivory Soap?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So a couple of weeks ago, I purchased said bar of Ivory Soap and stuck it in my laundry cabinet and promptly forgot about it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Until today.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I don't know what reminded me but I said to Thing 2, "Hey, you wanna see what happens when you microwave a bar of Ivory Soap?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And Thing 2, being quite the Adventurous Type, said, "Sure, why not?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So we unwrapped the bar of Ivory Soap (no, I am not being paid for each time I use the words, "Ivory Soap" in this post), popped it in the oven and set it for 4 minutes.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And then we stood in front of the door and absorbed some radiation while staring through the window-thingy and waited to be amazed and/or stupefied.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">AND BOY WERE WE!!!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Check it out:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was like this fluffy cloud of...stuff. It was light and airy and when you attempted to pick it up, it just kind of crumbled and got EVERYWHERE!!!</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So what I did was just crumble it all up and then scooped it all into a jar.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'm not sure what I'm going to do with it, perhaps use it to make another batch of my homemade laundry soap, perhaps stick it out in the boys bathroom so they can wash their hands, who knows.</span></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Microwaving soap for shits and giggles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Do I know how to have a good time or what?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span></span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-23404005970098056092012-06-29T13:31:00.003-07:002012-06-29T13:31:52.491-07:00BREAKING UP IS HARD TO DO<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know I've been kind of missing in action but every time I'd sit down to write a post, I'd just SIT there and stare at the screen or I'd start to write SOMETHING and then my train of thought would pull out of the station and I'd be all, "I'm trying to think but nothing's happening!" and I kind of also got a little "why bother when I've got 3 readers and no comments" and aren't *I* feeling sorry for myself?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've also been rather busy doing stuff.</span><br />
<br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">What kind of stuff?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Different stuff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I transformed my old fountain into a swell planter.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Before: </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And because I have a brown thumb when it comes to gardening, I've already killed the geraniums although the impatiens are still clinging to life. Watering helps, I've found.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Let's see, what else. I worked an Aid Station at the San Diego 100 Mile Endurance Run:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Which was crazy, let me tell you.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I've been selling my library of books and making a couple of bucks. And weeping when I thought about the HUNDREDS of books I've given away over the last few years.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Which leads me to the title of this post.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Have you ever discovered an author and thought that they were the absolute shizz? </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You read their blog and follow them on Twitter and Facebook and then with each subsequent book, all but one of them memoirs, you start liking them a little bit less and less and then one day you realize that the smell is off the rose and that not only are they NOT all that funny, they're not someone you'd even want to be friends with in real life and you have absolutely NOTHING in common with them and everything they write lately just ANNOYS the ever-loving CRAP out of you and you really get the urge to SMACK them and that is when you realize that It's Over.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh, and SPEAKING of Breaking Up, who here is shocked and/or surprised that Tom Cruise and Katie Holmes are getting a divorce? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyone?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyone?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yeah, didn't think so.</span><br />
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</div>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-4471826845634394582012-05-11T15:34:00.000-07:002012-05-11T15:34:14.908-07:00PAWING THROUGH DEAD PEOPLES STUFF<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So this morning I needed to go to the gas station and as I was leaving said gas station, I saw a sign that read, "Estate Sale" and I knew I had to follow the signs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now I'm a sucker for estate sales for the following reasons:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. You can find some swell stuff.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">b. You can find some swell stuff for low, low prices. And some not-so-swell stuff at "Who are you trying to kid here?" prices.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">iii. It gives you a chance to <strike>be nosy</strike> paw through someone's stuff and nobody will say, "Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing in here?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So of course I must check it out and when I got there, it was apparent that as the sale actually started yesterday, the majority of good stuff had already been snatched up but I took a look anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I wandered from room to room, picking up this, looking at that but not really seeing anything that I absolutely HAD to have.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Until I got into a back bedroom and hanging there in front of me were not one but TWO beautiful satin wedding dresses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh, these were beautiful dresses, one from the 1930s and the other from the 1940s. Both had cathedral length trains and both still had the headpieces and cathedral length veils as well as the satin shoes. The satin had yellowed to a gorgeous creamy color and the lace and embroidery were still perfect. Someone had spent A LOT of money on these wedding dresses.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I wanted these dresses SO BAD, even though I need them like a hole in the head, have no use for them and didn't have the money to buy them anyway but still. I wanted them. Sue me.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And then I got sad. Like the time I went to an estate sale and one of the items was the wedding album of the dead lady. For some reason, that saddened me more than anything else that was in that house. Someone had lived their life and now strangers were pawing through their personal belongings, hoping to score some good stuff for cheap prices. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyway, I wondered about those wedding dresses. Why were there two of them from roughly the same era? Did the lady of the house marry twice in a relatively short time, both times in formal ceremonies? What was their story?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I finally had to tear myself away from those beautiful dresses and headed toward the door empty handed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Then I saw a pretty teacup and saucer and something made me grab it, I don't know what or why but I had to have that cup and saucer:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And as I went to pay for them out in the garage, I spied a mirror laying on a workbench and grabbed that as well:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I need a mirror for my entry way and this will be perfect after I've painted the frame. Sucker weighs a ton, though.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So that was my day today. Pawing through Dead Peoples Stuff for Fun and Profit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And feeling sad and guilty about it. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-60258130949912676972012-05-09T15:50:00.000-07:002012-05-09T15:50:35.818-07:00WORDLESS WEDNESDAY<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"></span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-13163714024571041592012-05-08T13:31:00.001-07:002012-05-08T13:32:00.677-07:00SELLING MY CHILDREN TO THE GYPSIES<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Not that I haven't considered it a time or two.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Actually, I'm not talking about my offspring, Things 1 and 2. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Only because I don't think I can get any money for those two. Goats, possibly. Money, no.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Because who wants to pay good money for surly teens with expensive hobbies?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">*I* certainly don't. So, I'm stuck with them.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyhoo, the children I'm talking about are my books. My babies. My <i>raison d'etre.</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I never, EVER thought I'd say this but I have too many books and it's time to let them go to new homes. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>I KNOW!!!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyone who knows me knows that is a shocking statement. And at this point, you're thinking one of the following reasons for that shocking statement:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">1. She's dying.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">b. She's getting divorced and moving to a tiny hovel without any room for books.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">iii. She violated one or more of the multiple restraining orders that various hockey players have taken out on her and will be exiled to some Godforsaken hellhole that doesn't have a hockey team to stalk as punishment and she can't take any books with her.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If you guessed "iii" you'd be correct.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh, I'm kidding. The correct answer is "Diabetes. John has Diabetes."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Seriously, I laugh every time I see that poster. The Bucket to Hell has room for one more and I'm climbing in.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">While Answer iii is totally viable, not to mention probable, it is still not the correct answer.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The real reason is I need to clear out my office and the bookcase in my office is one of the things that needs to go:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">For starters, it's ugly and I can say that because I didn't pay any money for it. It was someone else's discard and came with my massive desk I hate so much. That will be shitcanned as well, as soon as I convince TheManTheMyth to build me the desk I want, which is very similar to <a href="http://www.potterybarn.com/products/bedford-rectangular-desk-set/?pkey=cdesks-home-office">this one in Pottery Barn</a> although I believe we can do it for much, MUCH less. Basically, I want a countertop desk over 2 file cabinets. One of which needs to be a lateral file cabinet.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But back to my books.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have two other bookcases as well, one in my entry:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">and one in my living room:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Please note my Nancy Drew collection. Those aren't going anywhere. And look, Mom! There's the lamp you (and the rest of my family) hate so much! That's not going anywhere, either.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But I have a diverse collection of books on various subjects and it's going to be hard deciding which to get rid of and which to keep. It's like Sophie's Choice in book form.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Or deciding which of my children to sell (or trade) to the Gypsies.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Decisions, decisions.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-44137186047714398362012-04-25T22:13:00.004-07:002012-04-25T22:13:56.691-07:00LOVE HURTS<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, last week, TheManTheMyth was working on his motorcycle, prepping it for the April 22 Vikings MC National Hare & Hound desert race and I was interrupting him by blathering about my upcoming 5K race when suddenly, I realized something.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me: I just realized something, do you know what Sunday is?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">TMTM: A Day of Pain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me: What?</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">TMTM: I'm racing a National, it's going to be 100 degrees at the race so it will be a Day of Pain.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Me: No, it's our 23rd wedding anniversary!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">TMTM: Same thing.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And we looked at each other and then roared laughter because Romantics we are Not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Which is one of the reasons our marriage works. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, flash forward a few days to April 22, aka, "A Day of Pain."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I get out of bed and you may as well call me Uncle Joe because I was a-movin' kind of slow (at the Junction. Petticoat. Junction) due to muscles that had not been used since Hector was a pup. Oh, I was stiff and sore.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I spend my 23rd wedding anniversary doing laundry, paying bills, watching the Stanley Cup playoffs and waiting for my Menfolk to check in and let me know that they had finished their race and were safe and sound. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Or alive at least. </span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Nine out of 10 times, their method of "checking in" consists of their arrival at home, tumbling out of the truck and announcing, "We're alive."</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This time, TMTM actually calls to let me know they were done and heading home.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yay, I say. How was the race, I ask. And TMTM replies, "I got T-boned by another racer barely 2 miles in so I didn't finish and Thing 1 had his best start ever until he went about a mile and sputtered to a stop because he forgot to turn the gas on like an idiot and he got passed by a bunch of racers."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And I'm all, "Wait. You got T-boned? Are you okay?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And he says, "Well, I don't <i>think</i> anything is broken but my sternum hurts when I breathe. But I got checked out by the medical team so I'm probably okay."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So they get home and TMTM gets out of the truck verrrrrrrry slowly and he's holding his arm kind of funny and I ask what's wrong and he says it just feels better to hold it like that and I help him hobble into the house.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">He's unable to lift his arm to take his shirt off so I have to cut it off. Nice road rash on his hip and shoulder from hitting the ground. I get his shoes and socks off and I look down and ask, "What did you do to your foot?"</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And he says, "Nothing, why?" and I say, "Oh, I don't know. Maybe because it's swelling up like a sausage and is turning black and blue as we speak."</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And he looks down at his foot and says, "Huh. How'd that happen?"</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So after a visit to Urgent Care, it has been determined that TheManTheMyth has broken ribs.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">He can't lift his arms any further than chest high, he can't lean forward much, he can't lay on his side which means he has to lay on his back when he sleeps which means he snores like a lumberjack and I can't nudge him over on to his side which means I've been sleeping on the couch. Again.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I coaxed Thing 2 into letting me bunk with her and she grudgingly agreed but then she complained that I snore (LIES!) and Gracie Lou got all freaked out because I wasn't in "our" bed and came looking for me and since Thing 2 INSISTS on keeping her bedroom door closed, Gracie Lou scratched frantically at the door and barked until I let her in and then Gracie kept moving around and then found something to chew on (and that Something turned out to be Thing 2's bottom retainer that had been left within reach) and that was when Gracie and I found ourselves unceremoniously booted out of The Cave with my pillow chucked at my back and we were told to find someplace else to sleep.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So I'm back on our Looks Comfy but Sure as Hell Is NOT sofa until TheManTheMyth heals up enough to at least turn on to his side when he sleeps.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh, and today, I found out that when you hug someone with broken ribs, they will scream like a girl.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Because Love Hurts.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><br /></span><br />Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-1865815851621704872012-04-22T11:39:00.001-07:002012-04-22T11:39:59.407-07:00AND I RAN, I RAN SO FAR AWAY<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Guess what I did yesterday?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">No, go on, guess?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Give up?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I entered, ran AND finished my very first 5K race!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>I KNOW!!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I, who have not run willingly unless the police, hockey players, rabid dogs or zombies were involved, did this willingly.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">LOOK! Photographic evidence!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And, for all you doubters out there, proof that I finished</span><br />
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<i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I KNOW!!!</span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Yeah, I know it's not the fastest time out there, I believe I finished something like 82nd in my age group (45-49) but dammit, I FINISHED!</span><i><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span></i><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My time would have been much better if either of these men* were running <strike>away from me</strike> ahead of me, <strike></strike></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">They can run but they can't hide.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have to give huge thanks to the following people:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My seester, Bippy (in blue), who "sponsored" me, meaning, she paid for my entry fee which meant there was no way I could flake out because she would kick my ass.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My friend Miss Lisa (in DayGlo Green) who kept me motivated and encouraged throughout because people, I had never run for more than a few minutes at a time since high school.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And kudos to my brother-in-law, Garen, for finishing his first 10K. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That's Garen in the white tank, with Lisa's husband John (who finished WAAAAAY before Garen), offering encouragement toward the finish line. Pay no attention to the little kid finishing ahead of Garen. </span><br />
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We all had a great time, the weather was perfect (overcast, cool and gloomy) and when I got home, still feeling that Runner's High, Gracie Lou was waiting for me to take her on HER morning walk.</div>
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And guess who's moving just a wee bit slow this morning? That would be me. You can call me Uncle Joe, who's a-movin' kind of slow at the Junction.</div>
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*Of COURSE I would find a way to include hot hockey players in a post about running. Because I'm Me. And I love hockey. And hockey players. Okay, I'm done.<br /><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-68155107667726285442012-04-02T12:12:00.000-07:002012-04-02T12:12:26.726-07:00ONE MORE YEAR. PLEASE.<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">If there is a sport that I love more than any other, it's hockey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I love me some hockey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I also love me some hockey players. Although they prefer that I love them from a distance of at least 150 feet. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Party poopers.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">My daughter, Thing 2, shares my love of hockey. TheManTheMyth and Thing 1 do Not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Philistines.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">What with the love that Thing 2 and I share for hockey, you'd think that we'd be season ticket holders for Our Team, the Anaheim Ducks or at least attend as many games as possible.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You'd be wrong.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I have gone entire SEASONS without attending a single game. Which kills me but shit happens.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This year, I vowed that I would go to at least ONE game and as the clock ticked on the regular season and it became apparent that my team would not make the playoffs, I threw caution to the wind and bought tickets to last night's final home game. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Which means we'll be eating cereal and soup all week but dammit, I NEEDED my hockey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here is a view from our seats, which came with oxygen masks because we were WAAAAAY up there in the nosebleed section:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It was Fan Appreciation Night and there were thousands of prizes and goodies being given out as well as actual game jerseys given to a handful of lucky fans after the game.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Guess who didn't win a single thing? Not even a coupon for a haircut, let alone Jonas Hiller's game jersey. I would have traded Thing 1 for that jersey.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The three of us (Thing 2, her sidekick Sara and I) had a great time despite coming home empty handed:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I promised Thing 2 that we would try to make it to at least one game a month next season.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We're hoping that Teemu Selanne will hold off on retiring and give us just One More Year. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Last night, the cheers and chants of "One More Year" even delayed the dropping of the puck. Even Thing 2 said that's the loudest she's ever heard the crowd at Honda Center.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Come back, Teemu. Just One More Year.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">TheManTheMyth was getting ready to paint the ceiling, which I wanted painted a very, very, VERY pale blue, which HE was not in agreement with and, in fact, told me to step away from HGTV before someone gets hurt, when he started to remove our ceiling fan so he could paint the ceiling Not Very, Very, VERY pale blue. Dammit.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I was in another room when I heard a crash and a few choice swear words coming from the Living Room.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">This is what my beautiful Minka Aire ceiling fan looked like Before:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">What's worse is that I went on Minka Aire's website to see if I could just buy a replacement blade since that's all that actually broke and the answer was No.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Ironically, Thing 1 has the exact same fan in his room and when it was being installed, it was dropped and the only thing that broke was, you guessed it, one blade. Yet we had to order an entire new fan. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So now, I have to order yet ANOTHER fan and I wish this was an April Fool's joke but, sadly, it's not.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Sigh.</span><br />
<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> </span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-47394517259806130142012-03-31T16:40:00.000-07:002012-03-31T16:40:48.313-07:00I'M RICH!<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Rich in love, that is.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">At least, that's what I told TheManTheMyth when we discovered that we were NOT the winners of the largest lottery jackpot in human history.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That we matched a grand total of ONE number. Out of 10 tickets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">ONE. FUCKING. NUMBER. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But we're rich in love, I told him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And he laughed and laughed and laughed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And laughed.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So it doesn't look as if I'll be getting my classic arcade Skee Ball game any time soon.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Or buying season tickets for the Anaheim Ducks so that I could stare in adoration at Jonas Hiller. Which I will do tomorrow when I go and see Jonas and the rest of the Ducks in their final season game. Yeah, they didn't make the playoffs. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But SPEAKING of Jonas Hiller, whom I love and adore and would happily bear his children if I wasn't already married and spayed and let alone actually MET him (details, schmetails), I hope you stampeded to the NHL.com website so you could vote for my man, Jonas, to be on the cover of EA Sports <a href="http://covervote.nhl.com/:b=firefox11/#/ballot">NHL13</a>. I promised him I'd stump for him. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Now get out there and VOTE FOR HILLER!!!</span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-8546174531246405582012-03-30T15:12:00.000-07:002012-03-30T15:12:51.355-07:00DO IT!!! VOTE FOR HILLER!!!<iframe allowfullscreen="" frameborder="0" height="270" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/6x0kDJLcDm4?fs=1" width="480"><br></iframe>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-79246864494763460942012-03-30T10:16:00.000-07:002012-03-30T10:16:56.028-07:00HALF A BILLION DOLLARS!<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Tonight, there will be the drawing for the largest lottery jackpot in world history.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Over $540,000,000.00 </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That's Half a BILLION dollars.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">In American money.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The mind boggles and the flabber is gasted at the thought that one person can actually win that much money in one fell swoop.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And of course there is "Lottery Fever" sweeping the nation as people from states that do not participate in the MegaMillions lottery are jumping in their cars and traveling to states that DO participate so that they too can get in on the action.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">People are buying hundreds, if not thousands of dollars worth of tickets just to increase their less-than-stellar odds of winning.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Certain lottery vendors that seem to have much better luck at producing winning tickets than normal (and why is that? Isn't this supposed to be "random?" Hmmmm) have hundreds of people standing in line just to be able to buy tickets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, of course, the big question is What Would Kelly Do If She Won Half of a Billion Dollars?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'll tell you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well, I'm sure that after checking my ticket(s) and seeing that, yes, I AM an instant multi-millionaire, I would have to change my clothes because I'm pretty sure that my bladder and bowels would let loose simultaneously.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh, come ON! You would so shit your pants if you won! </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So after changing my chonies and breathing into a paper sack to keep from passing out from hyperventilation, I would waste no time in making my first Lottery Winning purchase. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Something I have dreamed about having since I was a kid.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And no, I am not kidding.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Other things I would buy/spend money on include season tickets to the Anaheim Ducks NHL team. Heck, I could go and see the Ducks play at every game on the schedule, even the Away games!</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">College tuition for both of my offspring would be handled. A trip to the Hockey Hall of Fame for Thing 2 would be on the list. Her dream destination is Canada, where she is positive the streets are paved with hockey pucks and there's an NHL player on every corner.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"> We would be able to send Thing 1 to the Qualifying rounds for the <a href="http://www.ultimatemotorcycling.com/international-six-days-enduro-an-fim-history">ISDE (International Six Day Enduro)</a> and then if he qualifies, to the ISDE itself which will take place this year in Saxony, Germany. It's his dream to be able to compete in the ISDE. And the <a href="http://www.erzbergrodeo.at/en/erzbergrodeo/xviii">Erzberg Rodeo</a>. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">TheManTheMyth, who would accompany Thing 1, would also be able to have the entire fleet of KTM dirt bikes so that he could ride and ride as much as his little heart desires. Nothing brings as much joy to TheManTheMyth as being able to ride his KTM.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'd buy my Mommy a home in Palm Spring so that she could live out the rest of her life in comfort.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">We were discussing the lottery jackpot last night at dinner and Thing 2 asked if we would move to a new house/city if we won and TMTM and I looked at each other and we both said, "No." We really don't see the need to move to a bigger house or to a different city and/or state. We both feel that where we live, which is Coastal Southern California, is the best place in the whole country as far as climate is concerned. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I also would not run out and buy a flashy sports car although TMTM would love Shelby GT500 Mustang.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Of course I would make a sizable donation to a Worthy Cause.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Obviously I would follow <a href="http://www.forbes.com/sites/deborahljacobs/2012/02/11/10-things-to-do-when-you-win-the-powerball/">this advice</a> so that I wouldn't end up losing every penny due to mismanagement, freeloaders and other shenanigans.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Of course, none of this will be possible if I don't go out and actually BUY a ticket. That does help the process, I've found.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh, and in the last 2 hours, the jackpot has grown by over 100 MILLION DOLLARS (insert Dr. Evil's evil laugh here).</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Predictions of a $700 Million Dollar jackpot are not far-fetched.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Mind boggling, I tell you.</span><br />
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</span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-69333446411187001622012-03-25T14:43:00.000-07:002012-03-25T14:43:55.362-07:00I'LL PLAY ALONG!<ol style="font-family: Verdana, Geneva, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 20px;"><li style="margin: 0px 0px 0.25em; padding: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b> What song always makes you happy when you hear it?</b> "Wannabe" by Spice Girls. Don't judge me.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>What, if anything, would you change about your blog? </b>More comments, which means more people actually READING it which means they'll need something to read so that they can comment. Which means I need to actually WRITE something. It's a vicious circle.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>If you could only keep one thing in your wardrobe, what would it be? </b>My 20+ year old cowboy boots. Although I should probably keep my bra. Without that thing, it can get scary.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>Warm sunny beaches or snow covered mountains? </b>I'm lucky enough to live where I can see the snow-covered mountains while laying on a sunny beach. Wait. That wasn't an answer. Sunny beaches. I pick sunny beaches.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>What's your favorite book?</b> "The Age of Innocence" by Edith Wharton. And "The Gallery of Regrettable Food" by James Lileks.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>What 3 words best describe your personality? </b>Lazy. Witty. Wise. Okay, the last one might be a stretch of the imagination.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>What's the first thing you'd splurge on if you won the lottery?</b> Season tickets for the Anaheim Ducks.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>Do you have an embarrassing song that you rock out to on your I-pod? </b> See Question #1.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>Do you have a hidden talent? </b>I can hula hoop for as long as 65 seconds while ignoring the dishes piled up in my sink.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>If you could take a one month trip anywhere and money was not a consideration, where would you go? </b>A month is a long time to be gone. But I'd love to see Turkey, India, Europe, the British Isles and the Maldives.</li>
<li style="margin-bottom: 0.25em; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px; text-indent: 0px;"><b>What's your favorite sport and why?</b> Anaheim Ducks! I love hockey. And hockey players <g>. </g></li>
</ol><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I'd like to thank my friend, <a href="http://lisapiesmusingsramblingsandrants.blogspot.com/2012/03/playing-along-with-my-s-i-l.html">LisaPie</a>, for giving me something to put on this here blog. Pass it along!</span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-19940177715534962652012-03-17T10:31:00.000-07:002012-03-17T10:31:37.541-07:00AND I RAN, I RAN SO FAR AWAY<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Oh my God, people.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">You'll never guess what I just finished doing, not in a million, trillion years so I'll just go ahead and tell you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I ran. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I am not shitting you.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I ran.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">For reals.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>I KNOW!!!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And yes, I am dying.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Hang on, I have to put my head between my knees.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And breathe into a paper bag.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">What's that bright light?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The last time I ran and not because I was being chased by a pack of zombie dogs was, well, let me think.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">High school.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So what brought on this madness (MADNESS! I say!)?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Since I'm doing the Run Seal Beach 10K next month, I figured I'd better be able to say with all honesty that I <i>ran </i>at least part of it.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And because I want to be in much better shape by the time I hit the big Five Oh than I was when I hit the big Four Oh.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Which ain't saying much as I haven't been in the greatest shape throughout my 40s due to a love of <a href="http://kellyskvetchoftheday.blogspot.com/2009/06/where-everybody-knows-your-name.html">Crack</a> and Silver Bullets.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Although I rarely drink beer any more. Maybe one beer once a month, if that.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Anyway.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Seeing as I can be filed under "well endowed" I figured if I was going to do this running thing, I'd better get me a serious sports bra so that I wouldn't get knocked out while running.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And a serious bra it is. Ugly, too.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">It may not be something out of Vicky's Secret but it kept my knockers from knocking me out.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So now you're probably wondering just how far/long did I run?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Well, I'll be honest and admit that I did not run the entire 2 miles. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Because have you SEEN me?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I would run for about 30 seconds and then walk for 90. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Run from the stop sign to the next block and so on and so forth.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">I figured out of the 2 miles I did, I ran a total of about 3/4 of a mile which may not seem much but hello?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Have you SEEN me? </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">So, yay me and let's hope I don't wake up dead tomorrow.</span><br />
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</span>Kellyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05710580340586795290noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1037191880658554717.post-844876845535963482012-03-14T13:29:00.000-07:002012-03-14T13:29:45.364-07:00CONCRETE EVIDENCE<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><br />
</div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1IAiey92XglJ-4fLiJhftt1TUQrUxmmxBT0xqft2l1k7M52935J8DUBBDTUukhmB09N3rISEoaHzw_f4wQBYK6hwNa5Xkautt04nnCPn1KM3x8JY9kvpP_OGD_TxD6ApoYzTOEJ6r64nt/s1600/Countertops2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="300" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi1IAiey92XglJ-4fLiJhftt1TUQrUxmmxBT0xqft2l1k7M52935J8DUBBDTUukhmB09N3rISEoaHzw_f4wQBYK6hwNa5Xkautt04nnCPn1KM3x8JY9kvpP_OGD_TxD6ApoYzTOEJ6r64nt/s400/Countertops2.JPG" width="400" /></a></div> <span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Do you know what that picture is of? And yes, I did end my sentence with a preposition and I'm going to Grammar Hell in a bucket and I will enjoy the ride.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">But back to the original question.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">That picture is of my finished kitchen countertops AND backsplash.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>I KNOW!!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">TheManTheMyth finished up on Sunday and I love Love LOVE the results.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Here's a closeup of the counter:</span><br />
<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMCJjrH11O741UaOBS28JkPO04B7qbVyBgXOBBxbzxPHz6k6bie6h5jzJg5v8a1pjGFM5Pf-znPfN0mC91IREKIR_L1ssXlDko6c0l-xk3SRImE48kMkidfOeCj-OXr1vxExCOGIRpOMn/s1600/Concrete2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" height="240" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiZMCJjrH11O741UaOBS28JkPO04B7qbVyBgXOBBxbzxPHz6k6bie6h5jzJg5v8a1pjGFM5Pf-znPfN0mC91IREKIR_L1ssXlDko6c0l-xk3SRImE48kMkidfOeCj-OXr1vxExCOGIRpOMn/s320/Concrete2.JPG" width="320" /></a></div><span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Can you believe it's CONCRETE?</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"><i>I KNOW!!!!!</i></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">At the rate TMTM is going, this kitchen remodel <strike>might</strike> will be finished by 2013.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">And no, that date is not a misprint.</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">There is still lots left to do. The ceiling still needs to be sanded (again) and painted (again). </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">The entry needs a little, um, help</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;">Because why rush these things?</span><br />
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